I love how you picture him, running toward, and then running away from the sun (amun-ra) as though his destiny; like the sun, was so bright that he had to escape his own heat. I can see Alexander brittle from the sun sending one last kiss to Hephistian before dying. Lovely piece.

:wide eyes: That was a bit beyond even me, I must say. But you have a way with poetry... feh, you're not living in the right time! After all, that's the kind of confusing, yet still moving poetry, that leaves the reader feeling a bit lost, that we study in my literature class!